Make It BetterMy cheek was pressed to the cold pavement, and my ribs ached just below my breasts. I was in a small back alley parking lot between a few businesses that had recently gone under. The neighborhood took a turn for the worst with the recent economic crash. That turn for the worst was what led me to this little lot. Just moments ago, there were three men pummeling a much smaller man. I had no idea who they were or why, but how could I just leave him there? I had done the only thing that made sense to me: holler as loud as I could and jump into the fray.Of course I had gotten my ass handed to me. Three against one is never fair, and I'm not sure